Red Regain
Red is the colour of danger,
sometime you becomes changer.
You stand alone and can speak,
I saw you in his eyes,
that day was a bise.
You on my forehead stands
as a mark of all commands
that cause me a brands.
You who runs in me and
others is being shunned
in the name of caste that
leads to war in elate.
You are seen in rising bask
that you also stand unmask.
You are there everywhere
like a concessionaire.
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